Tina woke me some time later and urgently
announced she needed to use the toilet. Not soon, but NOW. I released the knots
at the four bed posts and she darted out the door, down the hall and into the
toilet, never stopping to remove the ropes, still attached to her ankles and
wrists.
When she was gone I had to sit on the bed and
laugh till I cried. The sight of her running with the silk cords following
behind her, like a sign, pulled through the air behind an aircraft. The sight
was incredibly funny to me at the time.
I was beginning to think she had taken the
opportunity to escape, and was putting on my skirt to search for her. Just then
Tina came through the door, still trailing the ropes behind her. She grinned
and said, "I made it. Bet you thought I wouldn't."
In reply I gave her a smile and shrug.
Tina walked slowly to the bed and asked if
there were any fresh linens. We walked together through the apartment exploring
the contents of all the cupboards and closets we could find, and were surprised
to find the apartment had been well stocked with supplies of all manner and
description.
We returned to the gallery with fresh bedding
and many other bits and pieces of usable looking things that we'd turned up on
our search. There was a wine closet and a clothing store size wardrobe, not to
mention the linen and bedding. We found a veritable warehouse of furniture in
an attic over the apartment, complete with draperies, tapestries, and carpets.
I had also seen an opening in the ceiling of the attic, but there was no ladder
or stair to reach it from the floor.
Tina stripped the soiled sheet from the bed
and replaced it with a fresh one while I changed my skirt for a clean one. When
she had finished, she came to me and handed me the ends of the four ropes still
attached to her limbs.
"If you would, sir." was all she
said, and we walked together to the remade bed. She climbed onto the bed and
laid down, positioning herself in the center, then extended her arms and legs
toward the four corner posts. I walked from corner to corner securing the ropes
to their individual posts.
When the ropes were all tied, as they had
been, Tina said.
"Thank you, kind sir. But could you do
me small favor, please?"
"Anything within my power."
"Would you cover me, the breeze is
chilly, and you wouldn't want me to get cold while your gone?"
I complied without speaking, and left her
there.
I went to the kitchen via the service stairs,
and privately told one of the help I needed to speak with whoever was in
charge. I was led to a small woman and left with her. I spoke to her, asking
that our conversation and arrangements be confidential, if at all possible. The
old renegade agreed, then asked what was on my mind.
I told her what had happened to Tina and
asked that I might be allowed to keep her as my personal chambermaid and slave.
The old woman's eyes twinkled as she waved
her hand in a throw away gesture, and assured me that I might retain Tina as my
personal whatever for as long as I liked. Then she winked and told me to go on
with what I wanted.
I told her Tina was kept in a situation that
made it impossible for her to tend to any of her needs, and that I wanted some
food to be sent to the apartment and left on a table by the service stairs door
every morning and night.
The old woman grinned at my request and asked
me to wait for a bit while she found someone she thought might be useful to us
in our conspiracy. I had been waiting for a short while when she returned with
another, even older woman. When they got there she told me the old hag could
neither hear nor speak, nor could she write.
The kitchen overseer told me to show her what
I wanted and it would be done. When the hag had gone I was told it was good
that I had come to see her as I had, and this was perfect duty for the hag who
needed something to do with herself. When our conversation was over, my
accomplice led me to the service stair door, where the hag was waiting with a
tray of food. I motioned for her to follow and went up the stairs.
When the hag and I arrived at Tina's bedside
I turned to the hag and motioned for her to feed Tina when she stirred. The hag
was grinning like an old pervert herself, as she nodded her understanding of
what was wanted and winked widely, obviously quite pleased with what she saw. I
motioned she was not to release Tina and she nodded vigorously telling me I had
no worries in that department.
When I turned to leave, the hag followed me
out into the hall where she touched my arm for my attention and then signed the
question as to my use of Tina. When I didn't show her my understanding she
simply pointed at my crotch, then into the gallery. I nodded affirmation that I
screwed Tina, and planned to many more times.
The hag beamed at the thought, motioned her
approval of my choice, and backed through the door to await Tina's waking. I
went to the toilet, bathed and noting there were several hours until the dinner
hour, returned to the attic and the hole in it's ceiling.
I stood there looking up into the hole for a
while wondering what I would find in this second attic room. I supposed there
was nothing there except for the rafters of the roof and years of dust. I was
correct in fifty percent of my predictions.
The attic ceiling was quite high and I had to
stack a dresser on top of a large table in order to gain enough height to reach
through the opening. As my hands felt for some kind of a hold, they fell upon a
perfect hand-hold; but to my surprise when I tried to pull myself up on it, my
hand-hold came loose.
In my surprise I nearly fell from my shaky
perch on top of the stacked furniture. I had happened to grab the bottom rung
of a ladder hung on some sort of counterbalance.
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